Verbal Streets

Stop doing Freestyle, it would be like dying
At least for me, I keep intact the same root that saw me follow
Gray snail slime, on the beat floor
I became a canine in the beat and a killer in the ring
Flow Vikingo, The Beat King bro (in the kingdom of rhythm)
I thought you were the baddest and if we talk about rap, of course
Your tracks are more disgusting than sour bread
How many shamelessly copied the one next to them?
And they mixed control+c on the keyboard
And you thought I wouldn't sniff?
And I notice everything, I am a musical monster for real

I wake up to keep this fresh
I think: "Diego let's go" and I enter the center
From the stage, although with some fear
I'm also a person, I'm not perfect at all
In fact I think I'm a disaster
The good thing is I do hip-hop, not electro flow, nor dub-step
Of kilotros, the real culprits that make me sing
We are more rapper than the conchetumadre
If the river flies, I cross it
Only I put the flow to good use
This corduroy does not come out, not the empanada that is in corduroy
Pam-pam panam pam-panam!
If the river flies, I cross it
Only I put the flow to good use
These corduroys don't come out with the empanadas that are in corduroy
Pam-pam panam
He wasn't dead, he was partying, no.
He wasn't dead, he was partying, I

Did I think I heard correctly brother?
That my rap does not register in Florida
ask your pride
How many times did I embarrass you in front of your friends?
The Joke responds, let me know when I know how to rap
And with a man's voice, am I going from there to where I know you?
Neither is that fucking fame, the only famous thing here is your ass and your sister
Years of rap support me, ye
Even in stupid childhood songs, none of them are bad raps
My Friend! You're going to stop the chat, fucked up in bed
You don't like rap anymore, ah well, I can't make you cover
As well as "wapa!" , the Big Papa fires napalm
I'm going to catch every limpet trapped in the spider web of antipop
I need more money and no fucking cops around me
Now, open that rum, thirst defeated hunger, and that
It's hot, I don't apply depression, but I eat the scene
The Passalaqcua give me bad reviews for having more good reviews
I filled your skin with honey, peel
Because I just beat a full hive towards your door
If the river flies, I cross it at the flow, only I put it to good use. This corduroy does not come out, not the empanada that is in corduroy.
Pam-pam-pana

Diego is due to egocentrism, Chyste laughs at you and himself
Diego is due to egocentrism, Chyste laughs at you and himself
Diego is due to egocentrism, Chyste laughs at you and himself
Diego is for egocentrism, the Chyste Psycho Joke Fu of De-DeKilltros